Keep in mind I wrote this at 2am. Help.
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We sat down at the table huffing and puffing from all the dancing, when are breathing calmed Joji spoke "how about a round?" "Hell yeah!" We walk over to the bar pushing past the drunken men and women. We ordered the drinks but when I was walking back to the table we got separated. I tried to make my way back to the table but I just got more tangled up in the sea of people.
A man put his hand on my waist, "we're you going pretty lady?" I chill run up my spine, "not with you cunt," he was clearly drunk. "Well thats not very lady like if you to say," he slurred. His breath stunk of cheap spirits. I tried to get his hands of me, I pulled and scratched his skin. "FUCKING PHYCHO!!" He screamed in pain this time holding on to me tighter. He started to walk out the bar, I screamed for help but no one seemed to hear. "Joji!" I yelled, I clearly wasn't loud enough. "Help! Someone any please!" "No ones gonna help you suga tits!" I had enough of this, "GEORGE MILLER!" I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping he would hear, I got a response quickly. "(Y/n)!" I saw him run up to me and the attacker, the guy was taller than him but that didn't matter. He went up to him and sucker punched him in the jaw. He grabbed my hand and we rushed out the bar.
When we were a fair way away from the bar I went up to Joji and hugged him. I felt the tears fall down my face, "it's ok baby girl,". He cooed in my ear, "you're safe now," his words melted in my ears. I was over come with emotions, I'm just happy I'm safe.
